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The Duke’s Secret
Category: Romance
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
The end.